Yeah

Reading Sufi
Say> Time is money, coining Rumi
Didn't invent it, just paid attention and listened to what Umi said
Shine your light, bags are bags no matter if they Tumi brand
Judgements on me, they wondering if I'm a eat-the-coochie fan
All because I choose to style in sneakers and some baggy pants
Used to make me aggy, wanna black out like the Aggie fans
I suffer from anxiety
Doctors probably tired of me
Tryna meditate to calm my heart, it's racing like a ambulance
So I ain't got no answers, you can believe what you choose
I'm tryna focus on sleeping at night without waking up panicking
Steph lost her father, I'm tryna be here for my friends and them
Mees lost her father, I'm tryna be here for my friends and them
Free my spirit so I ain't looking in the mirror seeing Candyman
Though I right hook, kick, push, fight through life like Ms. Hanigan
Either you Annie or you Annikan
You gon' shine or fade to black as a result of all your damages
I learned life like bike rides, we gotta handle it
Visits with my Auntie, my uncle ashes on the mantelpiece
Her tears never stop, it's like the cycles on a rinse repeat
I'm cut from that cloth, so every day's a mental cleaning spree
Navigating through this business, tryna find some decency
But you only wonder if I eat coochie or like some dick in me
Y'all need to read Dick Gregory, bitches
Yeah

Okay, damn, damn, damn
Ain't gon' let y'all even trigger me, huh, bam, bam, bam
Days I do I'm sure to bounce back though, sham, sham, sham
God forgive me when I fall short, tryna stand, stand stand, tall
Uh, damn, damn, damn
I ain't gon' let y'all even trigger me, yeah, bam, bam, bam
Days I do I'm sure to bounce back though, sham, sham, sham
God forgive me when I fall short, tryna stand, stand stand, tall

Now tell the truth